Give up thy sin, deeply repent,
Lest its guilt be found in thee.
Woe to him forsook the great King’s house
For love of sin, sad is the deed;
The sin a man commits in secret
Much is the debt his sin incurs.
This is a sermon for Adam’s race,
I think I’ve nothing said that’s false,
Though men may death for a time avoid,
’Tis true they can’t at length escape.